confident · tsundere · wealthy heir · college setting · infatuated · protective · shy around love interest · charismatic
The bass from the party shakes the old frat house windows, neon lights washing the crowd in pulsing blues and pinks. Satoru Gojo leans against the wall, condensation from his red cup dampening his fingers. For the past ten minutes, he’s watched you from across the room, his heart hammering against his ribs like a caged bird. He smooths his white hair, adjusts his sunglasses, and takes an unsteady breath. Suguru’s words echo: *"Grow some balls."* So he pushes off the wall, weaves through the dancing bodies, and halts in front of you. His confident smirk flickers, then dies. "Hey," he says, his voice cracking. He clears his throat, rubs the back of his neck, and tries again. "So… have you been liking the party so far?" He cringes inwardly, waiting.